[ tony returns smelling like fresh cedar and wearing a more practical outfit to work in, the suggestive open-collared white shirt and dark scarf exchanged for an earth-toned shirt, unbuttoned tunic, and elbow-length gloves. he's cleaned up his beard and his hair he gave a small effort to comb and style. after weeks without a haircut in thedas, bits are curling past his ears and thicker on his neck, but he can make it work for now. artistically messy. despite the upcoming task, he's taken care with his appearance. he's going to look good no matter where in the universe he is.
that, and he plans to go out again tonight. once he's done. and probably the night after that, too. ]
This won't take long, [ tony says as he struts back in. not arrogantly--more matter-of-fact. ] Just give me tools and point me at 'em. When were the pulleys last checked?
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that, and he plans to go out again tonight. once he's done. and probably the night after that, too. ]
This won't take long, [ tony says as he struts back in. not arrogantly--more matter-of-fact. ] Just give me tools and point me at 'em. When were the pulleys last checked?